Furnado Animal Shelter, Tuesday

[puppy_fair]

"Okay, guys," Zack said, addressing the shelter at large as he walked in for his shift today. "I have a very important mission for all of you!"

The animals all continued doing whatever it was they were doing.

"I need some volunteers for my first class on Thursday! Who here can make a good first impression, huh?"

A kitten ate some food. A hamster yawned.

"... Yeah, you're right. It should probably be puppies."

If this was how Zack was going to run his classes all semester, it was going to be puppies a lot.

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[hashtag_chocobro]

Speaking of puppies...

Prompto actually didn't have any classes today, which was both weird and wonderful, and really gave him the opportunity to peruse the island, get a good feel for it, get a jog in, and get some pictures of the place that didn't involve his camera just happening to find some pretty girl and focusing on that instead of the landscape and the vistas and the cool old architecture of the place. Completely different from Insomnia, sure, but he liked it. It was charming as hell.

And then he jogged by the animal shelter.

And slowly jogged backwards to the animal shelter again.

A puppy stared back at him from the window out front, tongue dangling out of his mouth, tail wagging, and it cocked its head curiously when Prompto stopped in front of it.

...Please don't mind the sixteen year old now plastered to your window from the outside now, Zack. Sweaty hands and nose pressed close to the glass as he discovered that, yes, yes! There were even more puppies inside. So now Prompto was going to spend a good five, ten minutes making faces at the puppies, wiggling his fingers, hiding around the side of the window and popping out to surprise them, and generally overall making a big giant dork of himself between fits of laughing.

And then, finally, walking in through the door with an incredibly sober face for someone who just spent all that time being goofy as shit, he looked for someone who worked there and said, remarkably serious, "Sir, I don't mean to alarm you, but I believe...you have puppies in your store, and I think they need to be played with."

[puppy_fair]

Oh, Zack had spotted you, Prompto. Had Zack ever spotted you. And that was why he was giving you such a knowing grin as you made your way into the store.

"You know, you're totally right? Those puppies need so much playing with," he replied, matter-of-factly. "Not nearly enough people stop by to volunteer to do just that, if you'd believe it."

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto's jaw dropped, his hand to his heart, as if this news had directly struck him straight to the core. "I can't believe it," he pronounced, "and I'm pretty sure I saw a police station, so we might just need to alert the cops, because that is a crime!"

A crime against puppies! The worst kind of crime!

"Luckily," he'd done so well at keeping the grin at bay, but there was no holding it back now, "I thiiiink I might just know someone who can help out with that."

[puppy_fair]

"Oh, really?" Zack made a big show of looking high and low for the brave, selfless individual who would save the puppies from a life without play. "Please, tell me who this someone is! I don't know how much more the puppies can take!"

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I will do it!" Prompto announced, and actually struck some sort of attempt at a hero pose, except he didn't really know what the best hero pose was, so it started with his shoulders squared, his chest puffed out, fists on his hips, then shifted to lift one arm into a flex, and then back to his hip. "I will play with those puppies!"

[puppy_fair]

"Then you must," Zack said, putting the back of his hand to his forehead dramatically. "You must play with those puppies!"

He even pointed dramatically at the puppy pile in the window and everything. So there was no mistaking what needed to be don.